Sunny Starscout has set out on the path of reunifying Equestria. She's found a circle of friends, showed the tribes that they can co-exist, and even restored magic to the land.

Yet, there are questions that remained unanswered. What led to the breaking of the tribes in the first place? How did things go so very wrong? And just what is the best path forward in undoing centuries upon centuries of damage?

Sunny seeks the answers from those who came before, but has failed to consider the age-old adage; be careful what questions you ask...

...because you may not like the answers.

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Cover art borrowed from rockhoppr3

Two years after Princess Celestia stopped Nightmare Moon's return, Discord runs rampant across Equestria. With the Elements of Harmony still useless rocks, Celestia turns to her fallen sister for help. Little does she know that Nightmare Moon has been waiting for an incident like this for months.

Inspired by, and several lines stolen from: Doctor Who 8x12- Death in Heaven

The School of Friendship has graduated its first class and six young students have their diplomas.

Six, stepping out into their adult lives and taking their place in the world.

Five in Ponyville. One... not.

And that's the problem.

An expansion of my entry for Flashfic 150 - November 2020 with the prompt 'A Song I Remember', and winner of that month's competition!

Featured 1/7/2021-1/9/2021!

Also featured by Seattle's Angels, issue #185!

Rainbow Dash is still competing, but she is not the racer she used to be. After her sixth consecutive loss to an old rival, she faces an unthinkable choice. Her old strength is within reach - but at what cost?

Written hr for the Psychedelics Contest, for the prompt ‘The only option left’. Came in third.

After waking to a grim surprise, Luna spends the evening preparing a fitting gift for a friend.

Since their banishment to this world centuries ago, Adagio, Aria and Sonata have been traveling, looking for a way to go back to Equestria.
One day after using their powers, they get accused of witchcraft. Chased by the authorities and the population, they must escape to avoid a horrible death.

(Takes place a few centuries before Rainbow Rocks.)

This story has been approved by The Goodfic Bin.

My name is Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, and I am a terrible pony.
I didn't mean to be. I never meant to be. But I am.

Written for the I'm the Villain of the Story contest.

"This is a Fedora Felt original! Look at this bold stitching! These daring textures. It's a whole new take on western chic! There is no way I would wear it in the grove."

I could still recall those words floating in my head seventy years ago... But here I was, all alone in this isolated farm once again, collecting nuts, feeding squirrels, back to where I started when I was a mere colt. And through that period of time, a lot has slipped away from me. But what stands out from them all, is the one and only gift I've kept sacred until this very day...

Based off the MLP holiday special, Best Gift Ever.

Edit: Now proofread and edited by the dobermans!

Edit #2: Now reviewed as grade A by the wonderful (and comedic) Vertigo22!

The days of fear, torture and fierce opposition is over in the changeling hives. There is no longer the need for an elite, combat-ready military ready to eviscerate, pillage and destroy whatever they are ordered to kill. There is no longer a hive, only a hollow shell of pony lights, pony love, pony customs and the fading of changeling tradition. As each day passes, the old 'Chrysalis' ways are replaced by perverted versions of 'Celestia' and her subordinates' disgusting aesthetic.

Pharynx didn't think he'd be alone in his thinking. He didn't think he'd be the only one who stood defiant, fierce and intimidating to those around him. He didn't think that they wouldn't understand. They had to understand. They were his own kin! They turn their backs to him, ignorant to the years they've all spent as warriors and guards, in exchange for a life of comfort and ignorance.

He didn't think the entire hive would betray him. He didn't think the outcasting would be so unabashedly obvious. Is this what Thorax felt when he left the hive? Was this fate's sick karma of tormenting him until the day he dies?

You abandoned your brother. Now, they all abandon you.

This was no longer home.

Created as a pick-me-back-into-writing-again-write-as-I-go-kind-of-like-this challenge for myself. Can't say I am completely satisfied with how I conveyed the story, but it did get me inspired again.

Source Image: https://www.deviantart.com/inuhoshi-to-darkpen/art/No-Need-for-a-Soldier-702973099

There is a black hole at the center of the galaxy that houses Equestria. There is a cafe next to the black hole, and a bench at the bus stop. There is also a bus stop.

Ocellus is waiting for a bus.

It seems to be taking a while.

Dedicated to Regidar.

In memory of CoffeeBean.